Chapter 328
this time.
The Secret Realm angel Rachel, disguised as a human, failed to reassemble the fleshy body and resurrect as before, but gradually revealed his true face under the scruffy appearance of the police detective.
Leather jacket and dirty pants.
Like a faded photo, it fades away gradually.
Hiding underneath is exposed, a humanoid with bisexual characteristics and gray angel wings.
His right eye was pierced by the wings of the angel of death, containing divine blood, dripping his sword blade, and touching the land in the wilderness of Texas, where weeds and moss grew strangely and wildly.
Escape, the heavenly breath that originally helped him resurrect, is like the sweetest spring in this world, greedily plundered and absorbed by the bone dagger inserted in the eye socket.
Until the next angel who can Eternal Undying in the world is sucked up the last trace of divine force.
Afterwards.
The system hint sound rang in Cole's ears.
'You killed the Secret Realm angel Rachel. '
'Additional reward for chasing and killing event one: Settlement bounty increased by 10,000 West pounds; additional two reward: Angel remains. '
'You killed one of the next angels, and the forces of heaven were furious about it. Before sunset, Saint Michael will come to the world to judge your sins.
To drive you into the hell of flames. '
【Angel Remains: An angel bone that retains part of the divine power and is already incomplete. His skull can be made into a prop to suppress evil forces. After grinding, his bone meal is mixed in the warhead , Or in cold weapons, you can directly kill devils and angels with a danger rating of Level 3 and below. ]
After Rachel died.
The power of the word spirit gradually dissipated, and the people who regained their consciousness fell to the ground, not understanding why they were in the corridor on the second floor of the hotel, and why they were beaten like that.
One time.
Crying and painful wailing filled the parking lot of the motor hotel.
Angel remains...
Cole's gaze swept across the system and gave a description full of evil tastes.
Is it implying that the bones are frustrated?
However.
The detective who stood beside the angel of Secret Realm and was silent from beginning to end witnessed the sword of the gatekeeper of hell and killed his colleague.
But like other devils or angels, he was not in panic, and stayed away from that terrifying short sword as much as possible.
Even.
After the complete death of Secret Realm angel Rachel.
The angel with a sullen face, shaggy beard, dark bags under his eyes, and a droopy air all over his body, simply squinted at Rachel, who was already cold.
With a cigarette in his mouth, hands in his coat pockets, his tone of voice is low, and he spit out an eccentric phrase, "It's good to kill."
Said.
Bend over and pull out the wings of the angel of death, wipe off the blood stains with the corpse of a colleague, and then chop off his right arm blankly.
After the broken arm fell on the ground.
Rapidly transformed into a tall, strong, white-winged angel whose heart was drenched with blood, as if already dead.
Get up.
Threw the short sword to Cole and said, "Now, Rachel and I are dead."
This time.
The system hint tone sounded again.
'You killed Remeller, the angel of grace, and the forces of heaven were furious again. He couldn't believe that the gatekeeper's weapon would be in the hands of a mortal.
Unbelievable, you can slaughter two lower angels with your own hands. '
'Additional reward for the event: Sleeping Clock. '
[Sleeping clock: a fantasy prop, with it, you will never suffer from insomnia again.
A fallen angel: Please, don't make a wish to God anymore! 】
Exhaling a mouthful of smoke and dust, Grace Angel Remeller scratched his head and said, "Perhaps we can go to the bar for a drink.
My treat."
Cole catches the wings of the angel of death.
The opponent's failure to play cards according to routines really exceeded his expectations.
The fallen?
Or... deliberately showing weakness to confuse the audience?
But the system hint will not be faked. Now, Heaven has counted the death of this'self-destructive' bastard on his head.
Seeing Cole holding the wings of the angel of death, there are faint signs of killing him.
The Angel of Grace Lazily raised his hand and said, "I know you won’t believe it, yawn—it’s just that I’m tired of working in heaven, Cole.
Is the corpse?
That is all my divinity, even if Michael, the old bastard, comes down to inspect in person, he won’t find any abnormalities."
I heard the siren in the distance. Voice.
Remiller waved his right hand helplessly, and the silhouette of him and Cole disappeared in the parking lot outside the hotel in an instant, and came to a deserted Gobi desert.
It seems that cigarette cravings are greater than Cole.
One has not burned out yet, so he lit the next one, sighed, and sniffed and said, "Originally I wanted to defect to hell to avoid the limelight, but I hate the smell of sulfur there.
And...devil cannot stay in the world easily."
Shrugged, showing a helpless but relieved expression, exhaling exhaust gas, and sighed, "It’s nice not to listen to those annoying prayers." , You must never have imagined that everyday all there are thousands of people chatting in your ears about some unmarginal wishes, what an annoying thing.
The meaning of the Angel of Grace is to listen.
The voices of believers, pick out some meaningful parts, rack their brains, and respond to their wishes without directly interfering in the human situation.
This state has been born from human beings and continues to the present, you You should understand what I'm talking about, Cole."
Cole holds a bony dagger in his hand.
Carefully analyze the nonsense of this birdman, how much can be believed.
Theoretically, the shepherd dogs created by God, especially the low-level shepherd dogs, should not have personal emotions, and should only be used by God to defend his existence.
But...
In view of the original work of Evil Spirit Knight, it belongs to Marvel, not DC.
According to this line of thinking.
For Marvel, who has always been good at portraying characters from the perspective of life full of humanity.
It is not difficult to understand why the dignified lower angel is like a social animal with 996 every day, full of resentment.
If it were an angel under the DC banner, he could already imagine that standing in front of him would definitely be a paranoid lunatic.
Although it cannot be directly determined whether the fallen Angel of Grace said all the truth, the system has clearly given the result that he is dead in heaven.
Put away the wings of the angel of death.
Silence for a while, Cole indifferently said, "What do you plan to do next?"
The Angel of Grace, Remeller, poked his lips, with a rather disdainful tone, replied, " Heaven, hell, and the world, the war in the three dimensions is nothing to do with me.
I just want to have a nice drink and then find a soft bed to sleep.
You know why Do both heaven and hell want you to die? Cole.
Because they know you don’t belong to this universe.
The breath of Spiritual God has been slaughtered, just like a saber, across them It’s difficult for them to sleep and eat on their necks, heaven knows if you will suddenly go crazy someday."